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White DeathI was a hunter and farmer living peacefully in the beautiful, yet so cold, Rautjärvi.In the south Karelia region, near the border to the Soviet Union. As the Winter War began I was called upon to go to war. I knew I would be fighting for a good cause. To try to stop the Russians from taking my hometown and my country. It began on November the thirtieth, 1939... Dressed in a white snow camouflage suit, I would be like a spectre in the snow white surroundings of the north of Lake Ladoga. The Winter was to become a very cold one. And the Red Army was massive. But they also were unexperienced and spoked different dialects. Shocked and confused, their attacks were brutal but disorganized. Our Motti tactics would disband them and make them lose morale. By March, 1945, after a hundred days of War, the (Russian?)deathroll was so high that the Crimson Titan started an enormous offensive. With Behemothian firepower of artillery, tanks, infantry and aircrafts. The attack was overwhelming. We had to retreat. And in that moment I was staring at the barrel of a Soviet Riffle. An explosive bullet crushed my left upper jaw. By luck.. or maybe faith.. I was rescued alive from the front line. Seven days later I woke up from a coma. The same glorious day that peace was declared. "I only did my duty and what I was told to do.. As well as I could |